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Post by isadora on Dec 10, 2011 21:00:45 GMT -5
He was hiding something, it became quite obvious when he began dragging her along through the corridors, and she frowned, her brow furrowed in confusion as they hurried towards her chambers. When he spoke, it only confused her more, and made her certain that he wasn't telling the truth about not knowing the man. "Why? Who is he?" She pressed for information, she wouldn't argue if Alistair wanted him to stay away from the man, but she wanted to know why she had to. Why she had to fear. But something about him had Alistair spooked, and her questions went unanswered as they came into earshot of the guards by her door.
The next thing she knew, she was stumbling into her room, with Alistair bidding her a good night before he shut her in. She moved to the door to pull it open and go after him, demand some answers, but as she put her hand on the handle, she heard what he said to the guards, and it gave her pause. She knew he meant it, he wouldn't say it otherwise, but usually, he was content to let his threats go unspoken. The fact that he'd felt the need to verbalize his warning told her that there was something in particular he was worried about, and it was probably that man he'd seen.
She bit her lip...she still wanted to go after him. To tell him not to do anything stupid. But when did he ever listen to her? Tentatively, she let her hand slip from the handle. Maybe she should send some knights with him, where ever he was going, before she dismissed that thought. He wouldn't accept their help. He'd rather let them stay here and protect her than have them follow him around while he went to do...whatever it was he was going to do. She closed her eyes tight, silently praying that he wasn't going to do something stupid, and that if he was, that he would be protected.
Hours later, she still couldn't get to sleep. The room was dark, but she lay in bed, staring at the ceiling and chewing on her lip as she imagined all the many, various ways Alistair could have been maimed, dismembered or otherwise damaged in the time he'd been gone. She also kept going over the many and various reasons why she should stay here instead of going after him, which would be idiotic, she reminded herself. Sending knights after him was also probably a bad idea, since she didn't know who the man was or what involvement he had with Alistair; what if they caught him doing something illegal? Even with her willingness to either forgive or overlook his crimes, she didn't quite believe all his criminal activities were behind him, not completely. He still associated with Vaughn, after all.
She rolled onto her side, staring sightlessly out the window; the shut and bolted window. It was a requirement of any room she slept in these days. She reminded herself that he probably wouldn't come back to her room tonight, even if he was alive and well; it was a bad idea here in Camelot. But it was a bad idea in Gwent, too, and he did it there too. Bad ideas were their favorite pastime. She tried not to worry, but no matter what reasons she used to try and convince herself, she couldn't untie the knot in her belly that seemed insistent that something bad was going to happen tonight. [/size] ((Yes, I actually thought he'd flag Asher down and invite him in for tea! If you don't want him to come to her room, you can go ahead and time jump ahead.))
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Post by isadora on Dec 7, 2011 0:52:21 GMT -5
She bit her lip when he spoke of how she had always rushed to Alistair's defense, how she always justified his actions; and she still believed it all. She had to, or else she wouldn't be able to love him. And yet, the truth was that he had hurt her, whatever his intentions. That he had terrified her, and made her feel weak and helpless and that had been his goal. She had never admitted it to anyone, least of all Alistair himself, but while she did have good memories of those days, she also had some of the worst memories of her life from them.
"And that's all still true." She would still defend him, even now. "But...he made me feel so helpless. I thought I was going to die." By the time they'd parted, she didn't feel that way any longer, but it had taken her longer than that to forgive him for what he'd done. It wasn't until she'd locked him up that she'd finally been able to. But she couldn't argue with what he said next; Alistair had never been with another woman since he'd met her. He said he'd never be with anyone else again, and she believed him, just as she would never be with anyone else either. "You're right, it's different. But I still think she deserves a second chance." For both their sakes.
Isadora paused when he asked about why she lied about Alistair's identity. "Because it's easier," lying about who he was wouldn't cause a war, when admitting to it surely would have. And so far, it had worked. "Before we started this...ruse, I did give a damn. But now..." she trailed off for a moment, considering her next words. She still cared about what people thought, but things had changed since Sabina was born. Before, she loved her kingdom too much to leave it for him, but now...now, if something happened that forced her to choose between Alistair and Gwent, she would choose him. "I know it's terribly selfish of me, but if I had to choose between them, I would choose Alistair and Sabina over my kingdom." It was wrong, and she knew it, but it was honest. "I think I can finally understand, a little bit, why your father did the things he did." And now she could relate to a mad tyrant. It was wrong.
He said he couldn't pretend nothing had happened. "You don't have to...I'm not saying you should marry her tomorrow. Just...don't preclude her from ever returning to your life." Alistair always said that the stars had brought them together, time and time again...maybe if Arthur and Guinevère were meant to be, the same thing would happen for them. But Isadora wasn't willing to put all her faith in the stars if she could convince him otherwise. [/size]
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Post by isadora on Dec 4, 2011 23:15:45 GMT -5
Isadora hadn't meant her words as a slight to him, to imply that he wouldn't do the same...and yet, there it was. She would do anything to be with Alistair, and she knew that, because being without him had been misery. Yet she didn't know that until she had gone through it herself. "I think you will...once you realize what it is to be without her." It hurt now, she knew that it couldn't not hurt, but if Guinevère truly was the love of his life, as Alistair was the love of hers, then she knew that it would get worse before it got better.
Isadora tried not to feel the sting of his words, to dismiss the rise of anger that his assumption brought. She knew nothing of betrayal? Perhaps not, but she did know a thing or two about forgiveness. "He kidnapped me," she replied quietly. She had never told Arthur how she felt about being kidnapped by Alistair, because she knew that it was something that Arthur himself still held against him. "Do you think that was so easy to forgive?" It wasn't the same as betrayal, she knew, and she knew now that Alistair would never do anything to hurt her again, but she had to forgive him nonetheless, for all the fear and sadness and anger he'd caused her intentionally. At least Gwen hadn't meant to hurt Arthur.
When he spoke of Guinevère's actions, Isadora wasn't sure what she could say. That Guinevère didn't mean it? But she didn't know whether or not that was true, she hadn't spoken to Guinevère and had no idea what was going through her mind when she did this. If she simply wished to be with another, why didn't she tell Arthur? It may have been the night before the wedding, but Isadora was sure that Arthur would have abided her wishes and quietly called off the wedding, rather than humiliating them all with this public display. Isadora didn't understand, and so she couldn't defend Guinevère. And yet, she wanted to protect Arthur. "You both must," she amended his statement about the consequences, because it was not only Guinevère who would suffer. "Even if you cannot be with her, by banishing her you are denying her so much as a second chance, and denying yourself a chance to forgive her." How could you forgive someone you would never see again? [/size]
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Post by isadora on Dec 4, 2011 22:15:25 GMT -5
Thinking back, maybe it wasn't such a good idea to mention that to Alistair; she might find it amusing when he spilled a goblet of wine on the man, but how amusing would it be when he actually started a fight with him because he had disrespected her. She shrugged off his question, possessing no desire to test out the limits of Alistair's restraint tonight. "Nothing worth paying attention to, like you said." She replied nonchalantly, she didn't like Vortigern, but neither did she care enough about what he had to say to risk starting a war. She knew there were others who shared his sentiments, they simply had the manners not to mention it aloud.
They were nearing her room now, and once again she moved her hand back to where it was acceptable. There would be a guard or two stationed outside her room, even if she was not in it, to prevent someone from sneaking in while she was out and finding a place to hide until she returned, and she didn't want them to see her so comfortable with one of her knights. A group of men passed through the corridor ahead of them, grouped around a very well-dressed dark skinned man she didn't recognize. But just for a second, she thought she saw his eyes linger on Alistair, before he and his entourage continued on their way. Isadora turned to look up at her druid. "Do you know that man?" [/size] ((OMG it's Asher!!! Setting you up for your thread with Vaughn, if you don't like it, let me know and I will edit! ^^))
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Post by isadora on Dec 2, 2011 20:53:14 GMT -5
She had heard that Guinevère was with another man, and though she was hesitant to believe it, she knew that Arthur would not be reacting so rashly unless he had seen it for himself. So she would not question that what he had seen was the truth. But at his hypothetical situation, what would she do in his place? Alistair had admitted to being with other women before her, but he had also assured her that he'd felt nothing for them the way he did for her; and that he never would. She tried to imagine what she would have done.
She would not have been able to kill him, she knew that; but she'd lived one year without him already, and she didn't know if she could do it again. If he didn't wish to be with her, that would be one thing... "Living without him is like living without a part of myself. I tried to send him away once, and it was the most miserable year of my life." She had tried everything she could think of to forget him, or move on, and nothing had worked. "I think you know that I would do anything to be with him." She pointed out, she had lied to her people for him before; and even if he hurt her like that.... "As long as he still wished to be with me, I'd find a way to forgive him; and damn what everyone else says." She spent so much time worrying about what others thought, but she'd decided a while ago that she wouldn't let the opinions of others keep her and Alistair apart. He was far too important to her for that. [/size]
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Post by isadora on Dec 2, 2011 0:00:36 GMT -5
Isadora waited with bated breath to learn of the fate of Guinevère, certain that if it was taking this long, it had to be something terrible. Surely he wouldn't really sentence her to die?! She was the woman he loved! Surely he could not be so callous...but perhaps there was more of his father in him than she had ever wanted to believe. She prayed not, for if Arthur was such a man that he could treat one he loved so harshly, even in the face of betrayal, then he was not the man she had always thought him to be. He was not the man she was trying to convince her husband he was.
When he finally spoke, she could tell it was an effort to keep his strong front up. Her eyes widened, and she was relieved to hear that he wasn't planning to have her put to death...well, as long as she didn't return to Camelot. But this information did nothing to cheer her up, because she knew that while it was better than a death sentence, it would hurt the both of them more than they could know. "You won't reconsider?" She asked pleadingly, imploring him to change his mind. She didn't have much hope, but she had to try.
"I know that you must be hurting...but believe me when I say that if you do this, you will regret it." The year she had spent apart from Alistair has been agonizing, even if it was the only logical option available to them at the time. It was the reason why she'd been so willing to go through with their crazy lies in order to be with him, because she couldn't bear not being with him. "You love her...and I know that she betrayed you, but you have to forgive her. If you send her away now, you'll never have that chance." [/size]
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Post by isadora on Dec 1, 2011 17:00:05 GMT -5
Isadora smiled when he agreed to tell her later. "Oh he's not...but you are." She told him, wondering if he realized why the story pleased her so much. He could be so thick sometimes. Now that they were further from the hall and prying eyes, she slid her hand down his forearm to take his hand again. "Do you remember when you broke Vaughn's jaw? After I locked you up." She reminded him, dropping her voice to a whisper so only he would hear.
"Do you remember my reaction when you told me?" She liked it when he hurt other men who had offended her; apparently, even when he wasn't doing it specifically for her. "I dislike Vortigern almost as much as I dislike Vaughn." Because there was no one she held more distaste for than her lover's best friend, and he knew that. But Vortigern was a close second. [/size]
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Post by isadora on Nov 29, 2011 19:22:22 GMT -5
For a moment after Guinevère opened the door, Isadora just returned her stare. Her cheeks were stained with tears, her hair and clothing askew, Isadora had never seen the other woman in such dire straits. She had tried to convince Arthur not to do this, not to send her away, but to forgive her. Whatever she may have done...it wasn't worth the heartache it would cause both of them to be apart. Isadora knew firsthand how terrible it was to be separated from the one you loved, and she could never imagine going through that again, particularly not voluntarily.
"Guinevère," she said, again finding herself at a loss for words as she looked into the other woman's surprised brown eyes. Words wouldn't come, for what could she say? Looking into Guinevère's eyes, after having spoken to Arthur and seeing his pain as well, it was enough to break her heart. "I...I am so sorry." It was the same pathetic thing she'd said to Arthur, and she knew it wasn't enough. She saw the hurried packing behind her, thing hurriedly moved into crates and boxes, and she knew she might not be able to help with the pain...but she could help with other things. "Is there anything I can do to help? There must be so much to do...." [/size]
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Post by isadora on Nov 29, 2011 18:44:18 GMT -5
Isadora frowned when he thanked her. She knew that strong, detached response...she was married to a man who was skilled at showing the approximate emotion of a stone wall, after all. Arthur's pain was obvious despite his attempts to keep it under wraps. Her mouth felt dry, and she wasn't certain what she could say to help, or to alleviate his suffering...if she even could. She had to try, regardless. When he asked her if that was all, she moved a little bit closer. "I wanted to make sure you knew...that what I said earlier is still true. If you need anything, if there's anything at all I can to help...you need only ask."
But...that wasn't all she wanted to say. She had heard so many rumors, even just on her way here. People were saying that Gwen might be put to death...and Isadora knew that would be within Arthur's rights, if he wished it. He was the king, and adultery was no small matter. She knew that it could be seen as a sign of weakness, if people started to say that he couldn't even control one woman; how would he be able to control a whole kingdom? But that seemed too harsh. She couldn't even understand why Gwen would have done what she did, but she definitely could not believe that Arthur would put her to death for it. He couldn't!
"What...what are you going to do now?" She was afraid to even ask, but she knew that she had to know. And she had to hear it from him. But even as she heard her own words, she knew that it was too vague. "I mean...what is to become of Guinevère?" She couldn't believe that he would harm her, but she had to know for sure. [/size]
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Post by isadora on Nov 29, 2011 16:54:00 GMT -5
The castle was abuzz with the news; Isadora had been up to feed the baby when she'd overheard a guard outside her door telling a servant about it. The Queen-to-be was found with one of the knights in a rather...compromising position. Isadora couldn't believe it...it had to be just idle gossip, just nerves or people talking or, or...something! Guinevère wouldn't do such a thing. But her curiosity got the better of her, as it usually did, and so once she was done feeding the baby, she dressed quickly in the darkness, careful not to wake her husband. He was a light sleeper, but he was used to her getting up in the middle of the night to feed the baby.
Once she was properly dressed, she went out in search of answers. Even though it was the dead of night, many people seemed to be awake, all eager to carry the news from one person to another. She found some nobles she knew, more reliable than the servants, also in the castle to attend the wedding, speaking of how it had been called off suddenly. According to them, the rumors of the Bride's betrayal were true, and they had heard it from the King's most trusted advisor himself, who was apparently there when it happened. Everyone seemed shocked by the scandal.
As the truth of the situation became apparent, Isadora's heart fell. She had seen Arthur only a few hours ago, and he was so happy! She hadn't seen Guinevère yet, as the woman was busy with preparations for her wedding day, but nothing about her encounter with Arthur indicated he had foreseen such a thing. He must be devastated! And she knew, immediately, where she had to go. Her feet were already taking her there, even as her mind struggled with the reality of the situation. How could this be?! It didn't make any sense!
She took a deep breath after she stopped outside his door, before she reached up to knock. She didn't imagine he'd be asleep after this but...manners had been drilled into her so long ago, she couldn't just open the door without invitation. When she heard the curt reply, she pushed open the door, stepping inside to see him with his back to the door, not even turning to see who it was. "Arthur," she addressed him, somewhat hesitantly, still uncertain what she could possibly say, but certain she should say something. "I...I'm so sorry." She didn't know if her sympathies would mean anything, but earlier she had offered him anything he needed, and now she was here to make sure he knew that. [/size]
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Post by isadora on Nov 29, 2011 0:08:10 GMT -5
Isadora gave a slight giggle when he complimented Sabina again...yes, it was easy to think she was adorable when you were only exposed to her in small doses. "Well I'm glad you think my daughter is more charming than your manservant." She said with a teasing lilt to her voice. As they drew nearer to her room, Sabina's cries quieted to a sob as she wore herself out, but refused to give in still. She was stubborn, just like her parents.
As they reached her bedroom door, she turned toward Arthur, smiling at his words of gratitude. "Of course, Arthur. There's no where else I'd rather be." She said sincerely, before she leaned up to give him a quick peck on the cheek, for good luck. "Now I think I've distracted the groom long enough. I'll see you tomorrow, at the wedding." She said with a smile, before she opened the door to her room and went inside, still shushing the baby and rubbing her back until she laid her down in her cradle to go to sleep. It was going to be a long night. [/size]
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Post by isadora on Nov 28, 2011 17:27:34 GMT -5
Isadora smiled at the joke about his manservant, she certainly hoped that wasn't the case! She couldn't imagine dealing with ruling a kingdom and having a grown man whining in your ear all the time; at least the baby was small and manageable...and hopefully she'd grow out of it eventually. With a grown man...well, she shuddered to think. "Surely he can't be that bad!" She exclaimed, certain that he wouldn't tolerate the man if it were. If it weren't her baby and she didn't love her so unbelievably much, she probably wouldn't even be able to handle it. She began walking as he gestured her forward.
She smiled at his offer of assistance, it was good to know. "Thank you, Arthur. It's good to know I have your support." And she would be just as willing to offer him the same, should he ever need it...or advice on what to do when it was his turn to have a howling infant. She was far from an expert, but she had learned quite a few things over the last few months that would have been nice to know beforehand. Arthur and Guinevère would be in the same situation as she and Alistair had been in, without any of their own parents to help them out, and she wished to help alleviate that burden however she could. "And you should know that the same goes for you to me. If you ever need anything, don't hesitate to ask." It was good to know she had such a reliable ally. [/size]
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Post by isadora on Nov 28, 2011 15:24:49 GMT -5
Isadora rubbed the crying baby's back, shushing her gently as she tried to get the cranky baby to calm down. She looked at Arthur apologetically, and nodded at his suggestion of a nap. "That's probably for the best." She might have overestimated Sabina's tolerance when she took her out to play, but it seemed she was still tired from the long journey. And if that didn't work...well, Isadora could always find Daddy and make him try to deal with the howling infant for a while. He might actually prefer it to having to mingle with the other nobles.
She smiled at Arthur's offer to walk her back to her chambers. "That's so sweet of you...but only if you can handle the noise." The baby's grating cries seemed to be designed specifically to drive people insane, she'd come to learn. Impossible to ignore. The lucky thing with these temper tantrums was that she would wear herself out quickly enough, but she hardly wanted to subject Arthur to that. She didn't want to scare him off from having children of his own, after all. [/size]
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Post by isadora on Nov 27, 2011 21:14:46 GMT -5
Isadora nodded when he said it was understandable. Alistair had always been overprotective and paranoid, and it went doubly so when it came to his daughter. It was understandable, considering what had happened to his own family...he just didn't want to see their happiness shattered in the same way. He was a good man, with good intentions, even if it didn't always seem that way. He would do anything in his power to make the two of them happy.
"I'm sure you and Gwen will make wonderful parents!" She exclaimed gleefully, excited for her friend's future happiness. Her daughter could be a pain sometimes, but having her in her life was well worth the trouble she could get up to. Like right now, for instance, Isadora noted as she glanced down at her daughter, who seemed to be attempting to eat the flower now, despite the fact that she didn't have any teeth yet.
Isadora crouched down hurriedly, taking the drool-covered flower away. "Oh, silly, don't eat that," she chided, tossing the flower away. "It's not food, for one thing, and it's dirty!" Sabina did not agree with this analysis, and made it known by scrunching up her face in displeasure, before she started to cry. She wanted her toy back! Why was Mum always taking away the things she liked?! Isadora scooped her up, looking at Arthur apologetically. "Sorry," she managed to say over her daughter's howling, "she's had a long day." [/size]
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Post by isadora on Nov 27, 2011 18:55:51 GMT -5
Isadora laughed at Arthur's reply about the nunnery. No, Isadora didn't have any intention of sending her daughter off to the same place she was raised. Alistair knew that Isadora had spent most of her teenage years at a monastery, and once, he had spoken against such a method of child-rearing. Now that he was a father with a daughter, he seemed much more concerned about letting any man near his daughter. Isadora found it highly amusing, since she was fairly certain that he wouldn't be able to hold his strict position when the time really came.
"I'm sure it won't come to that...he has a habit of overreacting." She smiled, she wasn't too concerned for her daughter's future freedom. If she took after either of her parents, she would be a force to be reckoned with...not that Isadora was looking forward to reckoning with her. Her smile remained in place when he accepted her thanks and congratulations, and she knew he'd know how heartfelt her words were.
"And I'm sure that soon enough we'll have more reasons to come and visit...and maybe Sabina will have someone closer to her own age to play with?" She grinned impishly, implying that soon, Arthur and Gwen might have some children of their own so that Sabina could finally have some royal friends. She knew that Arthur would understand her teasing words. [/size]
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Post by isadora on Nov 27, 2011 17:53:10 GMT -5
Isadora made a face when he pointed out that the little princess would be walking soon; it wasn't that she didn't want her daughter to grow up, but did she have to do it so fast? "I hope not too soon." She answered with a rueful smile, looking down at the baby, who had now lost interest in the adults chatting and was playing with the flower she'd stolen from her mother moments ago. Big people could be so boring when they weren't amusing her.
Isadora smiled when he complimented the baby, again. "You want to watch who you say that around; her daddy is a little overprotective. He's already decided she's joining a nunnery." She laughed lightheartedly. Alistair might actually mean it, but she knew he'd lighten up in a few years; if not voluntarily, then she might have to 'encourage' him a bit. She knew it was just because he loved her so much.
She nodded when he thanked them for attending, and smiled happily. "Thank you for inviting us. I wouldn't have missed it." She replied, she knew that Arthur disliked having Alistair in his home, almost as much as Alistair disliked being there. But they both put aside their feelings for her. "I'm so happy for you and Guinevère. I know this has been a long time coming, and I'm so pleased that you found a way to work things out." [/size]
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Post by isadora on Nov 27, 2011 3:00:54 GMT -5
Once he was seated, Isadora turned the little princess in her arms so that she'd be easier to hand to the king. She knew that Alistair wouldn't be crazy about letting Arthur hold their daughter, but she also didn't care. He'd let Vaughn hold her! VAUGHN! Arthur was infinitely more trustworthy (and less likely to drop her) than that foul brigand! If he hadn't saved Alistair's life so many times, she'd have had him thrown out of the castle, if not simply hanged! But Alistair trusted the man, enough that he'd been adamant that he should be their daughter's godfather. Isadora hated the idea, but...she'd hardly ever seen him fight her so hard for something, so eventually she'd given in. It was important to him.
"Make sure that you support her head," she instructed gently, leaning down to place the baby in his waiting arms. She rearranged his hold so that Sabina's head rested in the crook of his elbow, with his other arm cradling her securely. Once she was satisfied with the king's grip on the child, she backed up a bit....but not too much. Sure, she trusted Arthur, but that trust only went so far when it came to her newborn baby.
Sabina, for her part, was rather curious about it all. She looked up at the big man with wide blue eyes, not sure about this whole 'being held' thing. She was particular about who got to hold her! Or, rather, Mum was. Daddy held her. And the not-Mum with the long yellow hair. And sometimes the man with the scrunchy face who was always in bed. Besides them, only a few had been allowed to hold her. So what made this worshipper so special? She scrutinized him carefully as she pondered on it, gnawing on a finger with her gums thoughtfully. [/size]
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Post by isadora on Nov 27, 2011 2:36:37 GMT -5
As soon as their invitation had arrived, Isadora had begun making arrangements to attend the wedding. It was not something she had any intention of missing, not when she knew how important it was for her friend to have some joy in his life. So many unfortunate things had happened to him of late, she knew that this was a huge step in his life, and she needed him to know that while there would be those who would oppose his decision, she would support him irregardless. Anything that brought him such happiness as she felt with Alistair was worth trashing a few traditions.
And so they'd set out on the long journey, this time with a much more fidgety and restless baby tucked up in the carriage with her mother, they had both arrived tired. After putting the little princess down for a much-needed nap, she had decided they needed some quiet play-time, and remembering the place she'd first told Alistair he was going to be a daddy, she'd decided the gardens would be the perfect place to let Sabina play. She loved being outside, and she knew that getting some fresh air would help her to acclimatize to the strange place.
So it was that Isadora came to be kneeling in a fresh patch of grass near the walkway, with Sabina playing in the grass just in front of her. Isadora picked one of the flowers, and used it to tickle the little girl's nose playfully. Sabina giggled, reaching out a pudgy hand for the flower as her mother looked up in the direction of incoming footsteps. She smiled, letting the flower slip from her fingers as she recognized the approaching man. "King Arthur," she greeted him warmly, a little surprised to see him here but pleased nonetheless.
She smiled at his comment about her daughter, looking back down at her...it seemed like she hardly noticed her growing each day, but when she thought about it, she knew he was right. "She grows so fast! I swear, if I blink I'm going to miss something." She replied laughingly as she looked back up at the king, before she got to her feet to greet him properly. Sabina looked up too, but felt no compulsion to get up. Why should she stand at attention for her inferiors? Also, she hadn't mastered standing yet. [/size]
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Post by isadora on Nov 27, 2011 2:02:15 GMT -5
Alistair was not happy with her as they hurried through the dark city streets, but she knew they couldn't wait. She had spoken to Arthur, trying to change his mind about banishing the woman he loved forever, but he was so hurt and angry right now. She feared he was making a mistake he would come to regret when it was too late, but despite her best efforts to convince him to cool down and take time to think, the young king would not be swayed. And she had to say goodbye to Gwen before she left at dawn, meaning that now was the only time. Alistair didn't like that they were going out so late at night, but as always, he did as she wished.
Since Alistair insisted on escorting her here, it meant the youngest member of their family came, too. Sabina was bundled up in Isadora's arms, blinking in the darkness and wondering why they were wandering around in the dark. She was rarely without one of her parents nearby when they were in Gwent, let alone in Camelot. They didn't speak on the way to the little house by the forge, trying to avoid notice by any unsavory characters. When they arrived, Isadora rolled her eyes when Alistair opted to stay outside, leaning against the wall by the door and folding his arms over his chest like a silent sentry, glaring away any other unwanted visitors.
She knocked on the door somewhat hesitantly, glad to see through the window that the candles were still lit. She had expected that she would be up, given that she'd only been given a night to make herself ready to leave her home, but she was glad she wouldn't be waking her. She still wasn't sure what she would say...but she knew she had to come. Even if all she could offer was her condolences, or her help packing up, she wanted to do something for the woman who was supposed to have become her equal. [/size]
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Post by isadora on Nov 21, 2011 18:37:19 GMT -5
She couldn't help but smile when he admitted that Vortigern had spilled his wine on himself, wondering if he really hadn't anything to do with that. His next words put those thoughts to rest, and even though she knew she shouldn't, she laughed, lifting a hand to cover her lips. She should get angry and scold him, she knew, but she found the whole thing far too amusing to even pretend it wasn't. Vortigern was insufferable, and she loved that Alistair had managed to get to him as much as he got to everyone else.
"You're going to have to tell me more about it once we get home." She smiled, running her fingers up his bicep affectionately to show her approval. She didn't stop smiling, even though she was a little concerned about someone overhearing them. It wouldn't be good if Vortigern found out that she was amused by her knight's behavior, but even so, she couldn't stop smiling. She was very, very pleased by what Alistair had done.
She cheerily finished her mingling and excused herself from the busy hall, letting Alistair lead the way back to her room. Once they were far enough from the hall that she wasn't worried about being overheard, she looked up at him. "See, that wasn't so painful, now was it?" She was still smiling. [/size]
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